[h3]Nidhogg, Utakan City, Shopping District -> Construction site[/h3]

Nidhogg nodded as he pocketed the root, so the girl wasn't completely foolish. Still, her willingness to give him her name and class were a bit suspicious, but Nidhogg decided to just talk it over with Joren later, as he didn't particularly care at the moment. With his basic assessment, he could tell that she probably won't be of any trouble what so ever, no matter what class she is. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Alright then, later."[/color] Nidhogg walked away, giving her a wave as he began to wander the city, looking for more servants.

-30 Minutes Later-

Nidhogg smiled as he approached the construction site, having felt the presence of a Servant while on his hunt. He could tell that this one was making an effort to announce his position, which could only mean one thing. Nidhogg licked his lips in anticipation, but he didn't move in yet. He had placed some roots in the area and had taken time to wait as they spread underneath the battlefield, making sure that they were deep enough that it wouldn't disturb the ground above. 

Once he was sure that said roots were ready, he walked in to the arena, his eyes hungrily focused on his prey. His clothes began to shift as the roots he wore began to cover him entirely until he was underneath a mass of black tendrils. The tendrils soon drew back to reveal a figure glad in wooden armor, stylized after his true form and made completely out of his roots. The color of the tendrils was much darker, and lines of red energy was intermixed throughout, some forming into runes that spoke of death and despair to all who beheld them. He cracked his neck as he stared out from the holes of the helmet, his white eyes nearly glowing with the intensity of his bloodlust.

[color=9e0b0f]"Why hello, Appetizer-san, and good-bye." [/color]

And then he burst forward, using his Prana burst to launch him directly at his foe, his arm reared back and the tendrils forming into elongated spike around his arm. As soon as he was close enough, he would lash out with it, hoping to impale his opponent as he passed by him, as he had aimed his charge a little bit to the left of his foe. Whether his attack hit or not, he would turn around launch a barrage of large tendrils at him before he could recover, letting out a maddening laugh as he landed on one of the metal girder's that made up the infrastructure of the building.

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